The Men’s Salon – TJ
My name is Sarah and this is the story of my first buzz haircut. It happened during the summer vacation of my freshman year in college. I looked my best back then. I had big brown eyes and long, thick, wavy brown hair. My hair was my best feature. It always looked great. I wore it natural and tousled. It was down to the middle of my back and just touched my beautiful chest. I had a perfect body. I was 5’8″, 105 lbs, and all the curves were in the right places! I worked out about 3-4 times a week at a local gym, and it was worth it.
Well, next door to the gym there was a men’s salon which I would pass every time I walked to the gym. And every time I passed it, without fail, I would stare inside at the barbers cutting the men’s hair. I couldn’t help it. It was an obsession! And, I would always watch the barber in the first chair. He was the owner. He was also the best haircutter in the salon. Every haircut he gave looked great! But, I never saw the owner giving a woman a haircut. And that would always be my excuse for not walking into the salon and letting him cut my hair.
However, one Friday night as I was walking to my car after working out at the gym, I walked past the salon and couldn’t believe what I saw. I saw a beautiful woman, with hair longer than mine, sitting in the owner’s chair, about to get a haircut. The two finished their discussion of what I assume was about how the owner would cut the woman’s hair. The owner then raised his shears to the right side of the woman’s head and began cutting her hair to a chin-length bob! He cut off feet and feet of the woman’s hair, until he cut completely around her head. When the haircut was finished, the woman’s hair looked fabulous! That was it for me! I decided right then and there that I would let the owner give me a haircut. Nothing as drastic as this woman’s, but I was definitely going to cut it shorter and I was going to do it tomorrow!
The next day was a Saturday afternoon and the salon was very busy. As I walked past the salon and looked inside, I didn’t see the owner, but I saw all the other barbers, busy cutting some guy’s hair. The owner’s chair was empty and so was the rest of the salon. But there was a cape draped over the owner’s chair, so I figured he was there. At this point, my adrenaline started flowing and my mind began reeling! I became extremely anxious and I was ready to run in the salon and get my hair cut short. But I also became extremely nervous and I was ready to give myself an excuse and run to my car and not get my hair cut. I first tried my usual excuse that women don’t get their hair cut at men’s salons, but that excuse didn’t work any more. I then tried to give myself the excuse that the owner was probably busy and had another appointment waiting, but his chair was empty and there was no one else in the salon. I had no more excuses! My decision was made for me! I took a deep breath, opened the salon door, and walked inside! There was no turning back!
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As soon as the door closed behind me and I was completely in the salon, the barber at the second chair spoke to me and asked, “Do you want a haircut young lady?” And without hesitation, I nervously responded, “Um, yes.” So, I walked to the owner’s chair and started to sit down for my haircut, when the barber at the second chair said to me, “No. Not that chair. Sit over there in that chair.” He was pointing to the last chair in the salon, which was also empty. I was never in this salon before, so I didn’t ask any questions. I did what the barber told me to and sat in the last chair. When I sat in the chair there wasn’t a barber at it, so I had to wait a couple of minutes until the barber showed up. I started getting a little nervous just sitting there doing nothing, so I watched the other barbers cutting their customers’ hair to take my mind off it. I was feeling a little more comfortable and relaxed because the other barbers were good too, so I figured my barber would be just as good.
I started to daydream a little watching the other barbers cut hair, so I didn’t notice the barber standing next to my chair. The “SNAP” of a barber’s cape being shaken out woke me from my daydream, and I looked at myself in the mirror. It was then that I noticed the barber standing next to my chair, getting ready to give me a haircut. He was an Italian like the other barbers, but he was a little older, wore glasses, and had just returned from lunch. I tried to ask him if he was the barber that was going to cut my hair, but I was loudly interrupted by the barber at the second chair, who started yelling at my barber for taking a break when the salon was so busy. Well, needless to say, my barber was obviously upset! I could tell because he grumbled while he drew the haircutting cape over my body, and towards my neck. Once again I tried to ask if he was the barber that was going to cut my hair, but at that moment the cape was pulled tightly around my neck and the barber snapped it closed! I FROZE! I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t do anything! I couldn’t believe what was about to happen to me! I was about to get my hair cut by a pissed off, lazy barber, who probably couldn’t see two feet in front of him!
The barber then spoke to me. He said, “Okay young lady. How would you like your hair cut?” To this day I don’t know why I answered him the way I did, but I answered him exactly as I would have answered the owner and said, “Well, I was thinking about cutting it shorter. You know, a little over the ears?” The barber then said to me, “No problem. I know exactly how you want your hair cut.” He then walked from behind me to the counter, opened his drawer, and reached inside. I didn’t know what he was getting from the drawer because his comb and scissors were already on the counter. But as soon as he turned around, I got my answer. The barber was holding a big brown pair of Oster 76 Clippers! I wanted to scream out “STOP” and tell my barber I didn’t want him to cut my hair. But once again I didn’t say a word. The barber then told me, “Don’t worry young lady. I know how you want your hair cut. Sit back, relax, and don’t move.” He then put some kind of attachment on the clippers, stood behind me and repeated, “Now, DON’T MOVE!” Before I could ask him why I shouldn’t move, I felt his left hand grab the top of my head and push it down, until my chin was in my chest. I now couldn’t move! A feeling of helplessness overtook my body. I tried to say something, anything, but my words were immediately drowned out by two sounds that I will never forget! CLICK! BZZZZ! I was horrified! I tried to lift my head to see what the barber was going to do, but I couldn’t. I then felt the humming, vibrating, blades of the clippers, driving a path up the back of my head! I gasped in fright and started breathing uncontrollably, until the barber reached the top of my head and removed the clippers from my scalp. I was relieved for a moment and took a deep breath. But my horror only intensified when clumps and clumps of my long brown hair started rolling down my chest, into my lap! A tear trickled down my cheek and I began to cry!
I wanted to tell the barber to stop cutting my hair, but every time I tried, I froze because the barber was once again driving a path up the back of my head with the clippers! I was helpless! And the worst part about this whole ordeal was, I couldn’t see what the barber was doing because he was cutting off my hair at the back of my head! The only thing I could see was feet and feet of my long brown hair, falling helplessly in my lap! Strand after strand! Lock after lock! Tress after tress! My beautiful, thick, wavy hair was piling up in my lap! I started feeling numb and almost went into shock. But at that moment, the barber lifted his hand from the top of my head and released his vise-grip. I was now free to raise my chin and look at myself in the mirror.
However, when I looked at myself in the mirror, I didn’t notice much of a difference. The barber had already let down my long hair on both sides of my head and that was all I could see. I kept turning and moving my head to see how the barber had cut my hair in the back, but it was no use. I was quickly brought back to reality when the barber commanded me, “Stop moving young lady!” But I just couldn’t help it. I continued fidgeting and bending any way I could, to see how my hair looked in the back. Well, my curiosity about my haircut in the back didn’t last too long. Because at that moment, the barber started cutting the hair on the right side of my head!
He grabbed the top of my head with his left hand and forcefully ran the clippers up the right side of my head, all the way up to my temple. I was shocked! In one stroke I watched as all the hair on the right side of my head was reduced to 1/2 inch! Hunks and hunks of hair tumbled over my shoulders, onto my chest, and into my lap. I almost closed my eyes and fainted, but I didn’t. I couldn’t! I had become hypnotised by the clippers! All I could do was watch the barber as he drove the clippers repeatedly up my head, cutting my hair! I continued staring intently at the barber and the clippers, while they went all the way around my head and removed all my beautiful, long brown hair.
When the barber reached the left side of my head, I heard him say, “Almost finished young lady, so don’t move.” And as I gave in to both the barber and the clippers, I made one of the biggest mistakes of my life! A mistake that was going to change this horrific haircut for the worse! I MOVED! I MOVED! And the bad thing about it was THE BARBER DIDN’T! I began fidgeting again trying to see what my haircut looked like, but the barber’s left arm was in my way. So, I lowered my head a bit to look underneath his arm. The barber felt me move, so he followed my head down with clippers. BUT… I then lifted my head quickly to see over his arm and but the barber wasn’t ready for that. Therefore, he DIDN’T follow my head up with the clippers! At that moment, I felt the humming, buzzing blades of the big brown Oster 76 Clippers, drive a path of short hair, across the TOP of my head!
The barber couldn’t believe it! He screamed out loud, “What did you do? I told you not to move! I told you I was almost finished! Now, look what you made me do!” He shook his head in disbelief and looked at the irreparable damage he had done with the clippers. He then looked at me sorrowfully and said, “I’m sorry young lady, but there’s nothing else I can do! I really have no choice!” I was about to ask the barber what the hell he was talking about, but before the words could reach my lips he said to me, “I’m sorry, I really am! But because you moved and made me cut the top of your hair, I now have no alternative! I’m going to have to give you a crewcut!”
And before I could tell him NO or even look at the damage myself, the barber once again forcibly grabbed the top of my head with his left hand. Only this time he didn’t tilt my head down, so my chin was in my chest. This time he tilted my head backwards, so my chin was up and I could see EVERYTHING he was going to do in the mirror! The barber then took the attachment off the clippers and I thought he was going to put another attachment on. BUT HE DIDN’T! Instead all I could see was the shiny silvery blade of the Oster 76 Clippers coming closer and closer to the top of my forehead! I cried out loud, “OH NO!” But it was too late and the rest is history! I was going to be forcibly given a crewcut, whether I liked or not, and there was nothing I could do to stop it!
Then, with pressure and with force, the barber began driving the cold, steel, naked, blade of the clippers from the front of my head to the back of my head. Time after time, stroke after stroke, again and again. The barber was clipping ALL of my long brown hair off my head, with each stroke! I began crying uncontrollably! And, to make matters worse, what started happening to my body next was something totally unexpected and totally unexplainable. As the barber kept clipping more and more of my hair off the top of my head, I started getting excited! I don’t know why I was getting excited and I didn’t want to get excited, but it was uncontrollable! I got hotter and hotter and more and more excited with each stroke of the clippers! I didn’t know what to do! But my moment of confusion was always clarified immediately with the humming and the buzzing of the clippers on my head! And it only got more intense. I now had an incredible uncontrollable excitement, that I couldn’t do anything about! My senses were going wild! The barber continued driving the clippers across my head, cutting all my hair off and then he repeated each and every stroke with the clippers to ensure that the crewcut was even. But when the barber was almost finished and I felt him ease the pressure of his grip. I couldn’t control myself any longer! I reached climax! I had an uncontrollable, breathtaking, body-thrusting, orgasm and I came for what felt like an eternity!
After a couple of minutes I finally gained my composure. At that point the barber was finishing off my crewcut. He removed the cape from my body and said, “All done young lady.” I got out of the chair, paid the other barber for the haircut, and walked out of the barbershop as fast as I could. While I ran to my car crying uncontrollably, all I could do was keep rubbing my head and say, “Oh, no! Oh, no! What have I done?” When I got into my car I looked in the mirror and couldn’t look away. I found myself getting very excited once again. So, I drove home as fast as I could, masturbated several times, and all I could say is I’ve been a hair fetishist ever since.